NEW AUTHOR'S NOTE
Ok guys. Here is the next installment of Monsters Led to This. I have decided to take over from my good friend Maddie. I just hope I can do it (and her) justice and keep you coming back for more. I have lots of ideas of where I want this story to go. Also, I'm going to TRY to go along with the show, but I want to give our guys a little different life and where it could go. Enjoy and don't forget to leave us a review!
Nicole's POV
After being ousted for our sexual escapades, Sam and Dean left to head to Missouri to find their dad. Dean had promised to keep in touch with not only Bobby, but me too. That was 2 weeks ago. I was keeping myself busy by trying to find out as much as I could about all things that 'go bump in the night'. Trying not to think about those gorgeous green eyes or that hard body on top of me, but that was proving to be difficult. I had "borrowed" one of Dean's flannels when he wasn't looking and wore it constantly. It smelled just like him; gunpowder, grease, and a cologne I hadn't put my finger on yet. It just made me miss him so much more.
One of Bobby's many phones that lined the wall in the kitchen began ringing so I stood up to answer it. I had learned from living here how to answer each line and what to say to inquiring law enforcement departments. Usually I would pretend to be the secretary of whatever agency was being verified. Realizing that it was the house line, I resigned to using less professionalism and just answered with a simple, "Hello."
"Nicole?"
"Yea."
"It's Sam. Sam Winchester. Bobby around?"
"Oh hey Sam. Yea, he's just outside. Do you want me to get him?"
" 'preciate it."
"Ok. Hold on."
Laying the phone on the desk, I headed toward the door to find Bobby, but of course my mind began wandering. Why hadn't Dean called? He said he would keep in touch. But at least with Sam calling, I knew they were at least alive.
"Hey Bobby!" I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled over the sounds of the car crusher. He turned to look at me and I held my thumb toward my ear and my pinkie toward my mouth and voiced "Phone". He nodded and reached to shut the crusher off. Silence filled the air around the lot. "It's Sam on the house line," I told him as we headed against the kitchen counter I listened to Bobby's side of the conversation."Sam." "Uh-huh. How bad?" "Where?" "I reckon I can do that."
As I listened intently to Bobby I realized that whatever trouble the boys had gotten themselves into was pretty serious, due to the change in old man's demeanor. He took the old faded ball cap off his head and ran a hand through his hair before placing the hat back on and turned to me."What is it Bobby?" I asked, feeling fear rising. "Nicole, it ain't good." Tears pricked my eyelids, but I staved them off."Tell me Bobby!" I practically screamed, begging him to alleviate this fear I felt."There's been an accident," he began. "John and Dean-"
I could no longer hold the tears back and they started fall torrentially. In the little bit of time that I had known Dean Winchester, I had fallen for him and fallen hard! "Is he dead?" I begged, not knowing if I really was ready for the answer. "Right now, no," Bobby told me. "But it don't look good. Listen, kid, Sam wants me to come there and tow the Impala back here. You're welcome to come with." "You bet your ass, I'm coming with!" I said, rushing to grab whatever I could get that I would need to take this trip.
The ride to Missouri from Sioux Falls took a little over 8 ½ hours due to the tow truck's age and inability to go over 55 mph and that in and of itself was nerve wracking as fuck. On the trip, Bobby explained that an 18-wheeler had slammed into the side of the Impala. Sam had escaped with minimal injuries. John not only suffered severe injury to his liver and kidneys, but he also suffered blood loss and had a head trauma. Dean was in bad shape and was in a coma. Hearing this news, my heart broke and I prayed we made it before anything worse could happen. I just wanted to get to Dean and make sure he was okay. I wanted to hold him and tell him I was there and would be there for him. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes and tell him that I really liked him; like, really liked him. I wouldn't call it love. It was too soon for that, but not far off. I sit in the passenger seat of the tow truck, stock-still. My eyes were red, puffy and burning. I felt as if all the water in my body had escaped through my tear ducts and had dried on my face.
But as soon as I saw the wreckage that was once the sleek, beautiful, black muscle car that Dean loved and referred to as Baby I lost it once again and all new tears slide down my cheeks. I hid my face in my hands and cried like I never cried before. Even after my dad, I never cried this hard. Not saying that losing my dad to a demon wasn't sad, but this was something different. Sobs wracked my body as I sat there and let all the emotion wash over me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Sam had opened the passenger door to console me.
Looking up at the younger Winchester, I noticed that the right side of his face was bruised and battered, and his lip was split. There was also a small laceration across the bridge of his nose. Knowing he was trying to comfort me all the while in his own sort of emotional pain made the tears come all that harder. Sam grabbed my hand and helped me out of the truck to wrap me into a hug. I feel his arms come around me and as I cry onto his shoulder, I bask in the comfort he provides me.